Though I am but an ember in the wind,
my life so fleeting - to the Lord Most High.
He still sees me, He surely is El Roi,
and grants me both his mercy and reprieve.
Though Alpha and Omega, Jehovah,
my sins, He bore, upon a rugged Cross.
For His Son, Christ Jesus, paid price in full,
and trampled grave and serpent underfoot.
So may I never boast in naught but Christ,
or folly, or groan, with God's living breath.
No! Let the Prince of Peace, good Shepherd me,
for all that I am, is through Christ alone.
So temper now my head to a new song,
where you're e'er with me, and e'er will belong.
Poem of the day
05/16/2026.
'Blessed be the Name of the Lord'
So,I sat in my room
Ofcourse
Not mine ,
But for the privileged ones .
So I pay to sleep.
And heavily.
Then I wondered where the ashes went.
So, how about the days
When the fathers had to plan for their boys
And ofcourse find perfect men
For their girls.
So that the cycle moves.
So, how about the days
When mourning was a community matter.
But as per now ,
actually can not describe it.
Not because mortality is no more
But beacuse immaturity is more.
Who talked about the righteousness we had?
Ofcourse no one
Because righteousness is now a shame to many
We pretend not to see it
So that we do what we want.
Ofcourse we can't be ashamed
Because we follow the trend.
I've finally found my path again,
Feeling inspired with paper and pen.
Building a future, a community,
Seizing newfound opportunity.
Lost precious moments to darkness and depression,
Feelings of worthlessness and acts of aggression.
I hit my rock bottom with significant force,
Then spiraled so much further than I should have, of course.
But like the Phoenix, I rise from the ashes,
I rebuild myself, I heal these gashes.
With what I create, I will make my boys proud,
They will know that I love them, they'll know the field I have ploughed.
* 'Me In Three' Poetry Contest
* Sponsored by: Julianne Williams
* Entered on: 11/23/2025
Genocide, a parasite fed on silence,
smuggles our humanities—
bombs and tanks leave no soul behind.
Corruption lurks,
demolishing nationwide peace.
History rewritten in smoke,
while truth drowns in blood.
Blood paints the walls
from warehouse to parliament.
Leeches suck on humanity,
slaughter masked as secularism.
How many graves
before peace has a price?
How many souls
must be offered before we wake?
How many silences
before our voices learn to speak?
The world watches,
feasting on headlines,
forgetting the cost of indifference.
And yet—
in the cracks of ruin,
a whisper grows into thunder.
The oppressed carve their names
into the stone of tomorrow.
Justice, though delayed,
waits like fire beneath the ashes.
One day,
the parasite will starve.
One day,
silence will shatter into storm.
One day,
the chained will rise as fire.
And on that day,
the world will blaze with truth,
and humanity—
will no longer bow.
I found you among the ashes
and we traded myth for fact
in the dark like lightning flashes
the truth surged in a final act.
Ironic, isn't it, or maybe sad
what you finally learned
now that everything we had
has burned.
As I aged, space did contract
Windows closed, freedom cracked.
I reflected on time wasted, lost
Resentment had a dreadful cost.
The joke is we could have sat
and talked through the situation
If you had faced that
reality involved humiliation.
Self-insight gives perspective
Don't have to be a great detective.
I suppose it's good you turned the page.
We were just a subplot on a larger stage
For in the distance a tsunami comes
A blackness greater than ten suns
Swept clean by a greater rage
Into the jaws of a new dark age.
.
Bruised and battered, I still remain.
Each scar a tale of silent pain.
Two years of hell, I walked alone,
A fractured heart, a broken bone.
They never saw, they never knew,
The storms I fought, the nights I blew.
Yet from the rubble, I now arise,
A flame unyielding, burning skies.
With wings of hope, I soar anew,
Embracing dawn, embraced by blue.
Past shadows fade, the light calls me near,
In every breath, a whisper clear.
Resilient spirit, fierce and bold,
I gather strength from stories told.
With every heartbeat, I claim my fight,
A symphony of dreams igniting the night.
In the tapestry of stars, I weave my truth,
A testament to courage, forever uncouth.
From ashes rise, no fear to glean,
In the dance of life, I reign supreme.
The house is quiet, her voice is gone,
I let her drift like morning’s song.
I held my pride like a burning flame,
But it was me who struck the match of blame.
She gave her heart, but I turned away,
Chasing shadows that led me astray.
Now all the dreams we built are torn,
And I’m left holding the thorns of scorn.
I’m to blame, I broke it down,
The love we shared, are now ashes on the ground.
I see the wreckage of what we were,
I loved her so, but see my selfishness burned her.
She cried for truth, but I lied with ease,
Wrapped in my wants, I couldn’t see.
I watched her crumble, silent, still,
As I took from her against her will.
I’m to blame, I broke it down,
The love we shared, are now ashes on the ground.
I see the wreckage of what we were,
I loved her so, but see my selfishness burned her.
Now the silence screams in empty rooms,
And echoes of her perfume,
I taste regret in every breath,
Knowing I condemned us both to death.
In a sea of roses, the ashes of your ghost still wander,
breathing you in deeply, I try to pierce through the veils of time,
but to no avail, only a bitter emptiness fills my weary soul.
Fate tempts me, taunts me with the echo of your voice,
in the dead of night, when sleep refuses to be my companion,
the passing time infects my broken mind,
hallucinations envelop me in the sheets that once were ours.
Breathing in your scent, expelling the demons that surround me,
without you, the devil whispers words of temptation in my ears,
fire flows through my transformed veins, a living blaze,
Lilith's fury poisons any trace of humanity left.
Levitating above the bed, rebirth approaches with silent steps,
cutting into the chest, the heart becomes heartless in its beating,
electricity pulses beneath the flesh trembling in the moonlight,
destruction is now at the tips of my thirsty fingers.
Pain begets hate, and now watch as the world burns,
while I become my own martyr, a flame consuming itself.
In shadows deep, a moment changed,
With scars as stories, my path rearranged.
From whispers dark, I found my voice,
In every stumble, I made my choice.
The world now glows with vibrant light,
Embracing life, I rise and fight.
With hope as my guide, proud and free,
I live my best life, just being me.
In the shadow of Christmas, I stand, frayed,
Where chaos once danced, now only I’ve stayed.
It was never a season of peace, of light,
Just the storm of their voices, the weight of their spite.
The tinsel, the laughter—so foreign, so cold,
A hollowed-out ritual, a story retold.
Family gathered, yet I was erased,
A ghost in the silence, an empty space.
Hate wrapped in garlands, resentment in the air,
Words sharp as ice, cutting through the air.
They closed the door, turned away from my cries,
Leaving me to freeze under winter skies.
And now, each Christmas, I hold the chill,
Of a family that shattered, of hearts grown still.
The joy they promise, a cruel masquerade,
A dream that died, a memory decayed.
But here I stand, scarred yet whole,
Fighting the darkness, reclaiming my soul.
For though the cold has a way of marking,
It cannot bury the fire still sparking.
So, I'll face this season, no longer undone,
Learning to breathe in a world without one.
And though the frost still clings to my bones,
I’ll find my warmth in the strength I’ve grown.
Out of the ashes we rise,
Hot embers into the skies.
We gather to set the world ablaze.
To our Father, the God of Heaven and Earth we praise.
And with a shout demons flee,
And we walk in liberty.
Within His children there is a flame,
And He knows each by name.
Our God reigns from on high,
And He guides with a watchful eye.
With a love that is pure,
In His hands we are secure.
In the Heavenlies we are called to sit,
So be encouraged in this race, “Do Not Quit.”
The finish line is within sight,
Don’t give up the fight.
The battle has already been won,
By Jesus, the only true Son.
© Deborah Seale 2024
Alouette Me Poetry Contest
Andrea Dietrich
Honey did you care
We matched like a pair
Now our life is a train wreck
All that's left is smoke
There's bills, and we're broke
You lost your job and paycheck
You will lose the house
And a faithful spouse
Because you couldn't stand tall
You lowered yourself
Your weed was top-shelf
For your buzz, I took the fall
She's Crazy She's beautiful
She's fire She's ice
She's passion she'll blame you
She'll hate you
She sexuality all by herself
She will love you and say that she don't
She will fight for you
She will let you go
She will leave you
She will return
She will light a sexual energy inside you ,then put it out
She is mine ,Not because I'm strong enough to dance in the fire,but because she has said so .
And at that moment I knew, I would watch her burn cities to the ground
I follow putting out flames where I can
I find her, out if fuel ,out of chaos crying fearing she's alone
I hold her in the ashes ,wipe the tears
Kiss her on the forhead
She feels safe, she feels peace ,she feels love
It's at that moment when you feel her breath and whisper
"I love you"
You now know you had no choice
There was no other
She is and always will be your everything
You are hopeless
You are hopelessly in love
You are hers
She is yours
She is your wife
She is your Redhead
A girl who's incredibly shy,
But if she opens up, she's like a bon-bon,
So colorful and exciting,
Her friends help her fly,
Another young lass,
Who will let you stand under her umbrella,
When your feeling down or lost,
But watch out for her sass,
Again another lady, yes,
Who needs encouraging and support,
Her friends stand behind her and say;
You will never be less,
And here is the last girl,
Risen from ashes and pain,
Her friends watch with pride,
As her new, confident wings unfurl.
Elephants will head for higher ground
before a Sunami makes landfall.
The flocks will sing desperate songs.
Flying quickly from devilish fires.
While donning his three-piece silky suit.
Man-unkind kneads another infinity bomb.
Glassy moths nibbling away his soul.
Leaving their powder to humor his ashes.
Stupid-stupid man, a pawn to his ego.
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